[Any impatience after waiting a day for this is tempered by the kiss, his head angled up toward it — and he is, of course, obedient, rising up from the bed to stand in front of Cy in that limited space.]
Why? [A familiar furrow knits his brow.] ... Usually you ask me to undress myself.
[Observant of every act and seeming ritual formed between them by now, this doesn't escape his notice.]
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Why? [A familiar furrow knits his brow.] ... Usually you ask me to undress myself.
[Observant of every act and seeming ritual formed between them by now, this doesn't escape his notice.]